[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Hanson Power Plant
{"All men are made of water."}[/center]
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Blood.

All things were filled with blood. If you poked enough holes in it, cut enough slices. Closed your jaws upon the throbbing life source. That red flowed out and all men died without that vital nessecity. Ayita was bound by this law as was her prey. With a snarl her jaws had closed upon the woman's arm. It was not the preferred target, the cooler human mind noted. But it was better than nothing. Now blood filled her mouth as her fangs tore into the thin hide of the human woman. Human or mutant, man or woman. It made no difference to the wolf, nor the woman, as they brought their forepaws to the earth. As they wrenched back with victory in their feral eyes, pulling for every ounce of taunt muscle.

The wolf snarled as it yanked harder back, and Ayita shook her head. Wrenching the arm back and forth as she applied every ounce of pressure to the human's flesh. The wolven instinct warned her to get the two legged woman down to the ground. To continue to press this attack. It wanted blood and Ayita agreed. She felt her own wounds ache and she was not in the mood to be gentle. To hold to petty human morals. This was a hunt, this was a kill. For danger was thick in air and she was not keen to suffer for the lack of caution. Even if that was the brutal Northern caution that was so final. This woman was dangerous and she doubted that the Scarlett Witch would show mercy should Ayita be in her position. The shifter yanked and tugged and shook her head. The overwhelming chant of her mind forming a primitive battle cry. She would bring her prey to the earth. Their prey would not rise. But- Ayita's mind echoed with a cold certainty- a wolf would.